Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

“It’s my fault,” Caroline said, a small smile playing on her lips. “I just didn’t want you to worry. That’s att

“But this makes me worry even more.” He hesitated before asking. “Can you walk?”

“Not a chance,” her assistant interjected before Caroline could reply. “She tried taking a couple of steps and was in agony That’s why we called you.”

“Okay.” Gilbert frowned and nodded, “We need to get you to the hospital.” Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

He bent down and gently lifted Caroline into his arms, instructing the assistant, “Go start the car

Caroline’s assistant replied, “Right away, Mr. Johnson!”

As Caroline nestled into Gilbert’s embrace, she bit her lip, feeling embarrassed. “Sorry for being such a bother”

“What are you talking about?” Gilbert’s brow furrowed, and his voice tinged with irritation. “I should be taking care of you.”

“Thanks” Caroline smiled softly, lowering her gaze.

Time ticked away, and after about twenty minutes, Sherilyn checked her phone. Gilbert hadn’t returned. She shook her head, laughing a little, and was sure he wasn’t returning. He had left her there. It was typical behavior for Mr. Johnson. She was used to it by then. Putting away her phone, Sherilyn decided to head out. No buses ran to this area at the hour, and she had no extra cash for a cab. “No matter what, she thought I’ve got two legs. She’d walk back.

Gilbert had accompanied Caroline to the hospital, where the doctor confirmed she had a sprained ankle, not broken. She was bandaged up and sent home with instructions to rest. She didn’t need to stay in the hospital overight.

Afterward, Gilbert brought her back to the Johnson Mansion.

Though Caroline and Francis hadn’t made their relationship official with paperwork, she’d been accepted into the Johnson family, especially after having Francis‘ child, although sadly, the child hadn’t survived.

The Johnson family had long since recognized her as a part of their household, and over the years, she had made the mansion her

home

“Get some rest” Gilbert settled Caroline into her room, gently laying her on the bed. “Goodnight.”

“Okay” Caroline nodded with a smile. “Goodnight…”

“Gilbert,” she called out, stopping him. “You’re heading back to Golden Oak Manor, right?”

Before Gilbert could respond, she continued with a touch of sadness, “You should. Sherilyn’s back, and you should be with her. If you don’t come home tonight, shell throw a fit…”

“Tsk.” Gilbert scoffed dismissively. “What’s she got to complain about? She’s signed the divorce papers. Soon, well be…”

He stopped mid–sentence, suddenly remembering something important. Sherilyn! He had left her at the Southem District Sanatorium! “Damn.” Annoyed with himself, Gilbert briefly closed his eyes. He had forgotten all about it!

Checking his watch, he realized it had been over two hours. Sherilyn wouldn’t still be waiting for him there. No one would be that foolish. “Caroline!” Gilbert was in a rush, “I’ve got to run. Something came up. Get some rest, okay?”

“Hey, Gilbert…” Caroline attempted to catch his attention, but he was already on the move.

Her heart raced nervously.

Did he mention Sherilyn had signed the divorce papers? After four years, were they finally going through with it?

Caroline bit her lip and frowned, her thoughts swirling.

Meanwhile, Gilbert was scrolling through his contacts to find Sherilyn’s number. But when he tried calling her, it went straight to voicemail.

Gilbert’s frustration grew as he dialed again, facing the same outcome.